Time To Change (A Poem)

Time to Change 

Alira Cohen

The past drags

They say

Like a bag of heavy stones

Hanging from the jaws

Of the beast

Like a rope

Like a cord

A trail of sludge

Down the path to

A lingering word

Trapped in its throat

It drips

Like a poison

From the teeth in its mouth

Off the tongue of the innocent liar

It walks with a limp

It talks with a cry

And its mouth always trembles

When it tries to find the right words

And though changes come

With the years

A beast is a beast

And is

Unfit